Mere mortals seem like they have nothing on You. But I’m here to say that they can hurt. They gossip. They cheap. They claim to be Your church, but seek not You.
You are the One who saves, who takes away hurt, who laments over His children’s suffering. But Your hands and feet, they’ve grown mouths of their own. They judge and think their ways are just. They hurt in the process, bruising the innocent and banishing those just as wicked as them.
They are not You. They are not perfect. We are not You. We are not perfect.
Help me to see the beauty that You have made them. Their eyes are blind. They have deaf ears. Sneak up and trip them that they might see Your awesome glory. That they might one day be blind having seen Your presence and deaf after hearing the thunder that is Your voice.
To the One who was, who is, and who is to come.